Thursday, 2 July 2015

Come into the Consulting-room, Maud

Here are the two first verses of Tennyson’s great, strange poem ‘Maud’:


How many normal people (as opposed to sex-crazed psychoanalysts) at once read here Tennyson’s terror of — er — the female pudenda, especially when menstruating? Yet how many of us, once having had it pointed out to us by some smart-arse literary critic (like me) can ever again read those lines ‘normally’?

Anyway, here’s a picture — taken, I believe, by Lewis Carroll — of Alfred Lawn Tennis Association himself:


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